How can you laugh at death?

Dear the-south-shall-rise-again-uber republican-white supremacist racist asshole,

Since when is it ever OK to mock or criticize someone for helping 111,000 + victims of a natural disaster? How could you look at a child trapped under cement and only see the color of dirt? How could someone that lives in a nation under one God look at over 100,000 of his children's bodies and not feel one ounce of sympathy or hurt? Does having a social security number and being Caucasian equal "better"?

These are questions that I ask myself to figure out how a human being can look at another human being covered in blood with broken bones and only see "black" and "immigrant". You, sir, are one of the many reasons why God cries.

I used to think that your kind only existed in the deep south where they still had Klan meetings and almost every white man with a thjick southern accent had a Confederate flag on his porch, pickup truck and trucker hat but there you are... sitting behind your big desk in your Brooks Brother suit and wing-tipped shoes... coaching the soccer team... or opening the door for me at Starbucks in the heart of Baltimore City. Sadly, it took for a major devastation in a primarily black country for you to take off the suit and put that hood on.

While I am sad to see that people like you still exist, I am happy to say that for every one of you there are many people that see the elderly woman's foot stuck under what used to be a community center. There are people that will stand up for the citizens of Haiti. There are people that will adopt the Haiti children that lost their family in the earthquake. There are people- your everyday red-blooded American citizens- that will look beyond color and see death and devastation. Shit, even the repressed racist and former President George W took a stand and raised money for the people of Haiti while you sat under your invisible hoods, holding your make believe noose and laughed.

Over 60 million dollars have been raised for the citizens of Haiti while you laughed. Over 100 citizens have been dug out from the rubble while you spent what could've been relief money on your 5.00 coffee this morning. Your negativity has not diminished the positivity and for that I thank God.

Sincerely,

His child and your sister... Khaki

Meagan Good, Why are you Breathing????

I have a love hate relationship with this Meagan Good chick which is one of the reasons why I battled with myself for approximately 5 minutes before deciding to do a WAYB post about her.

I like Meagan because she is a bad bitch. She reminds me of the hood chicks from my days at Lake Clifton and she just seems real. Sometimes too damn real because what irritates me the most about Ms. Meagan is that she's a somewhat well known actress and girlfriend of a NFL player but still chooses to rock the same shit... over.... and over... again. Her uniform consists of American Apparel leggings, YSL tribute pumps, tank top or tee, jacket, bamboo earrings and cigarettes (see aboved).

Because I had doubts about putting her on here, I decided to do a little research. Came up with nothing. She's about as relevant and necessary as... Akon or 8 track players.... or those little buttons that you put in the holes of Crocs.

She was OK in Waist Deep ("Bitch, cash my check!)... little disturbed by her role in Eve's Bayou (incestuous much?), Unnecessary in You Got Served... Come to think of it, the best acting she did was as the little girl in the movie Friday when she said "Man, I hate him!".

If you don't agree with me...I'm sure that you will once you glance over Filmography and Achievements/Awards.

1995
Friday
Kid #2 <--- Kid #2... wasn't even important enough to get a name

Make a Wish, Molly
Jenny

1997
Eve's Bayou
Cisely Batiste

1999
The Secret Life of Girls
Kay

2000
3 Strikes
Buela Douglas

2001
House Party 4: Down to the Last Minute <---- this is just embarrassing

2003

Biker Boyz
Tina

Deliver Us from Eva
Jacqui Dandrige

Ride or Die
Fake Venus
Alternative title: Hustle and Heat

2004
D.E.B.S.
Max Brewer

You Got Served
Beautifull

The Cookout
Brittany

Brick <--- the fuck is this?????

Kara

Venom <---- the fuck is this?????

Cece Jim Gillespie

Roll Bounce <--- the star of this movie was Bow-Wow... that should tell you something
Naomi Phillips

2006
Miles from Home <---- Must be a redBox original??? Natasha Freeman

Waist Deep
Coco

2007
Stomp the Yard <--- she got on my damn nerves. Should've got Lauren London to play her.

April 2008

One Missed Call
Shelley Baum

The Love Guru <--- only she could ruin a Mike Myers movie Prudence Roanoke

Saw V <---- raise you hand if you smiled on the inside when she died

Luba

2009
The Unborn
Romy

Awards???? Her mantle is empty. No BET awards, Nickelodeon, Teen Choice... no nothing. How can you not even get a Nick Award for your role on Cousin Skeeter which is ran on Nickelodeon?

There may still be hope for her. Apparently, she's working on a R&B album...

Exactly what you're thinking.

Cassie... Why are you breathing?

and speaking of Cassie's wack ass...

Why is she breathing?

Per Wikipedia : Cassandra Ventura (born August 26, 1986), known by her stage name Cassie, is an American model, R&B and pop singer-songwriter, dancer, actress and occasional music video actress. Cassie was born in New London, Connecticut, to parents of African American, Mexican and West Indian heritage. Cassie was introduced to Ryan Leslie in 2004, who co-wrote and produced the singer's first and best known single, "Me & U", which became a hit in 2006.[1] The singer's self-titled debut album, Cassie, was released on August 8, 2006. The album spawned two singles, "Me & U" and "Long Way 2 Go", and sold 321,000 copies in the US.

Yea, so, this Cassie chick was a model... I can see that... but uhm singer??? That's pretty damn far fetched. Dancer? Hell No. Actress? What the fuck? Music Video Actress... that's more like it but lose the Actress and add Extra.

Cassie is no Beyonce... shit, she's no Ciara. When I look at Cassie I see professional Fuck Buddy to Diddy... even he cant explain why the hell she has a record deal when bomb ass singers like myself struggle to drop this mix tape... just kidding but not really. Anyway- I close my eyes and imagine what life would be like if there were no Cassie and I see unicorns, rainbows and the Care Bears. Really... Cassie is useless in the music industry... probably more than A-Kon. I'm thinking she should cut her losses, not her hair, and put in an application at FootLocker (so fricking hard to get a job there) as I don't see longevity with this music thing. Whoo hoo! She sold over 300k records... i, being someone that collect all types of bullshit, actually kicked out the 7.99 for the CD. Again... i like a lot of bullshit... but what about the other millions of people that bought Britney Spears CD? Even they didnt like that shit.

After research of Cassie which just brought up a bunch of her wack ass performances including the 106 & Park disaster, I have come to the conclusion that Cassie is necessary because Diddy realized it was impossible for him to suck his own dick. Therefore, because I like Diddy, she is permitted to breath until Diddy finds another John Leguizamo look-alike (Dani is too funny) to braid his coochie hair.

Why Are You Breathing...

was something I used to say to people that I felt were unnecessary to the world. I stopped because I realized that we are all creatures of God's and were created for a reason known to him and I shouldn't question ones existence.

Then--- i stepped back and came to the following conclusion... "Why are you breathing?" is a legitimate question. I am a person that needs to know the why's of the world. Why is mustard yellow? Turmeric acid. Why do people have red eyes in pictures? Light reflections off of the retinas of one's eye. So, you see, I have a bunch of random ass questions that I have asked questions to and now I have millions of random facts that no one cares about stored in my brain.

But I digress... I have decided to start another series... The Why Are You Breathing Series... A series that questions random people's existence. Some people will take some real research others will remain an unanswer rhetorical question. For those critics that believe that no one should question God and I'm speaking blasphemy- trust me... I'm with you but I'm bored and this intrigues me so I'm doing it... so there!

First Up.. this man...

Akon:

Per Wikipedia: Aliaune Thiam (born April 16, 1977),[1] better known by his stage name Akon (pronounced A- CON), is a Wolof[3]Senegalese-American hip hop singer-songwriter,rapper, and record producer.

I think A-KON is A-Klown. My thoughts is that he has not contributed to society nor has he really done anything mention-worthy since he invited himself into the music industry with "Locked Up". Off the dome... I remember him gyrating and dirty dancing with a minor, throwing some kid off of a stage, being accused of being a bigamist, lying about his age and thing thing that officially makes me question his worthiness to breathe... starting the career another another individual that I question- T-Muthafucking Pain. Eh- Akon... I don't like you... don't know too many people that still support you. I think you're weird, you remind me of a cat that I colored for Halloween in elementary school yellow eyes and all, and your musical contributions are nothing more than bullshit to clog the airwaves.

The only reason I can give to answer why you are breathing is that... we need someone to sing hooks on rap songs since Nate Dogg is out of commission after his stroke. I have bad news for you though... no dude really sings on rap songs anymore so you may be S.O.L soon. However... checking my crystal ball... I see a reality show in the making for you... Home With Akon and his Wives. Uhm--- Hell No.